𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Feral

Take place in DSAF 3

This came to me in a fanart and a vision when me and my sibling talked about DSAF 3 about 3 weeks ago (at night).

I'm kinda regreting my life decision but here we go! (She doesn't remember it)

3rd person's POV:

"Good riddance to bad rubbish." Jack smiled, looking into Dave's eyes. Sparing a glance at the helpless, little soul that he once called 'sister'.

"So, it's just you now, is it?" Jack asked Dave, hands behind his back and taking a step forward.

Dave furrow his brows and flitch, moving one foot back. Jack quietly giggles and waits patiently for Dave's answer.

"Sportsy, I'm not gonna keep fighting 'til there's nothing left o' me, too..." Dave resume his talk, taking a small step back. Jack mentally rolled his eyes.

Jack sigh, one hand under his chin with an arm supporting it by the elbow. "Pity." One word but so much of his legacy.

Dave clutches his hands into a fist, keeping his eyes focused on Jack in case if he's going to ambush. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Dave continues.

"But, let me tell you one thing." Scared but brave, Dave take one step forward. Jack kept his position, smiling with joy. "I'll admit it, your sister didn't go down easy." Dave inhaled. "But, here's the thing about Dave motherfuckin' Miller, Sportsy." Dave take another strong step, Jack sigh and physically rolled his eyes at the nickname.

"I don't stay down at all." Another step. "I will come back." Keeping position. "I always do." A foot raise but drop almost immediately.

Jack raise a brow in mockery, the smile spread across his lips. Dave tried not to take on his appearance too much until he feels weak.

"You can leave this place, but I will pursue you." Dave cross his arms. "I will find you." Jack flitch slightly, biting the inside of his lips.

"Maybe not physically, but believe me, I will." Jack started to furrow his brows, taking in Dave's warning seriously. "Every night, for the rest of your life, you will suffer nightmares." Jack take a small step back.

"You will remember every bad thing that has ever happened to you."

Another step back, fear grabbing Jack by the head, as if to drag and drown him. "Just know, that'll be me." Dave place one foot in front, Jack place one behind. "My soul, in your head." Dave start raising his voice, Jack once again kept his position.

"You're free to run now and never return to this place, if you'd like." Dave sounds like a teacher dismissing a misbehaving student in his class. "But, I will find you." Voice continues to raise, provoking fear in Jack. "You will Never be alone again."

Dave glare at Jack, holding up the little soul and walking off into the darkness. Jack watches Dave leaves in the corner of his eye, arms still crossed behind his back.

You don't need him, or ANYONE ELSE...

—One month later...—

Jack parked his car and gaze up at the mid-chopped FredBear head. Smiling, Jack proudly enters the pizza worshipping restaurant.

A purple phone guy stands in the middle of the dining area, looking through tax papers that are neatly clipped to his clipbroad. Some papers have different color tags on them, showing which one needed to be done first and which one is most important.

Work hours past like normal, mostly nothing to do and serving pizza to customers. Talking to his phone-headed about the missing child case and messing around with the restaurant's music taste. Jack meet and talk to DaveTrap during breaks he gives himself, discussing about their plan in the saferoom.

"Alright, Sportsy!" DaveTrap claps his hands together, smiling. "We will be ready for next month!"

Jack smiled, happy that he gets to do this once last time before hell claims his soul forever.

"Hey, Dave?" Jack asked, leaning against a table in the saferoom. DaveTrap looks down at Jack, patiently waiting. "Wanna come over tonight?" Jack cross his arms and offer a stay at his house. Either way, DaveTrap couldn't really get out of the restaurant after it's closed.

"Of course, Sportsy!" DaveTrap cheerfully said, giving Jack a little hug. Not too tight or he might just break his spine.

Night came quick, covering the sky with a layer of black nothing. Not a single star sparkles in the sky or a dark cloud lazily floats by. No moon, no light. Just artificiaighfs from streetlights that line the sidewalk.

Jack sits on his couch, legs crossed on the coffee table with an ash tray. Blowing out another cloud of gray smoke, he waits patiently for DaveTrap to knock on his door.

A few more seconds float by until a knock finally arrived. Jack drop his cigarette into the ash tray, got up and made his way to the door.

"Hey, Dave." Jack said with a smile, widening the door for DaveTrap to step in.

DaveTrap steps in and immediately flop down on his couch, looking at the ash tray then back to the orange man.

"Make yourself comfy and I'll go grab us a drink." Jack puts one hand in his pocket, a thumb pointing to the kitchen. "Beer or what?" Jack walks off to the kitchen, stopping midway to get DaveTrap's answer.

"Anything is good." A tired but excited voice. Jack nodded and takes two cups out of the cupboards, filling each with coffee.

It's been a while since the fight with Dave in the Flipside, a month and half a week at the least. Even if it was in a ghoust-like realm, Jack's arms still feels sore from fighting Dee and Dave.

Coming back with warm coffee and one cold ice one, Jack place them down on the coffee table and flop on the couch with DaveTrap beside him. Smiling, Jack decided to do a little teasing with DaveTrap.

While DaveTrap attention is focusing on the coffee, Jack lean in and laid his head on his chest. DaveTrap raise the coffee in the air and look down, meeting face with a peaceful Jack.

"Sportsy?" DaveTrap asked, receiving a gentle him from the shorter man. "Are you okay?"

Concern but calm, DaveTrap reach his hand over Jack's forehead to check his temperature. In return, Jack place his hand over DaveTrap's and smile warmly.

"Your hand's nice, I like it." Jack glance up to the blushing DaveTrap, keeping his hand on his forehead.

A/n: DISCONTINUED!!!!!! YA DUN GOOFED M80!!!!

Word count: 1096 words